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THE PARTY

vodka cherries

before the party
the boy had arr-
ived and taken
out his phone,
the festivities
and gaudy music
played violently
in the background
his fingers left oil
marks on the dim-
ly lit screen, wond-
ering where his
gyeom was. His wo-
rry was great for
him. he wanted to
know what was up.
was he doing some-
thing? was he stuck
in traffic? the whole
atmosphere was
full of sin, demons
and goblins dress-
ed in human garb
and harsh chemicals
to cover the scaly
skin they attempt-
ed to remove. bam
bam sat at the bar,
the lights now dim-
med in the club and
a sinister mist cover-
ed the room, fog
machines for dancing
to commence, bam bam
was even more stressed
but just asked for a dr-
ink of vodka. a model
came to him, his smile
only slight. "buy a guy
a drink? i'll hook you
up." he was fake, hav-
ing reasons to make
it so he bought it.
bam bam wanted to
save his money for
yugyeom, so he comp-
lied. the man smiled
a disgusting smirk, hand-
ing a couple of dollars
to the cashier and send-
ing him on his way.
they spoke, although
bam bam had no intentions
of speaking or associating
with him, until his
vodka came.
he slipped one sip on
his lips, and he realized
how much fun he could
be having. he looked
back at his companion,
and he was still
smiling.
slipping a packet of
powder in his pock-
et. he didn't care.
they went and danced
all manners of grinding
and other confections
of the body happened.
he was drunk on
his own ambition.
the man had taken
him aside. he sat
them both down, and
connected feverish lips,
yet bam bam could
feel their coarseness,
this wasn't yugyeom.
this wasn't his gyeom.
he pushed the man with
all his might,
yet he could feel the
strength of unhealthy
determination come back
at him as the sickeningly
bitter taste of his abuser
digs for gold in his mouth.
bam bam feels his pock-
et vibrate, and he sees
a text. several actually.
this is what sets him off.